My Girlfriend is Transgendered
By F. Jackson
Now that I've said that, just where do I go from here, or for that matter, just what
does the above mean... and why does it matter at all of you reading this article?
I've read many articles from girls that talk about their love for their wives, their
girlfriends, and sometimes even their boyfriends. I've even read articles from their
wives, or their girlfriends, but rarely have I read an article from the boyfriend
of a transgendered girl. I have no idea why, but I would like to go on record, just to
let others know, that I find nothing strange or abhorrent about loving a girl who's
transgendered. I find it to be as natural as loving anyone, regardless of their genetic
makeup.
I have seen the love of my life sans makeup and completely nude, but what makes my
heart beat so fast, makes me so excited is that to me she is all woman, even then.
My girlfriend has taught me so very well that the only boundaries we have with one
another are those we erect ourselves. Just for those of you wondering at this point, yes,
I've dated plenty of GG's in my past, and while each of these were lovely experiences
of their own, none of them can ever compete with the woman I now love so very, very
much. In fact, I am recently divorced after 25 years of marriage to a GG, but have never
been happier than I am at this juncture and time in my life, still finding it astounding
that I could be so happy as I approach the half-century mark.
Am I a latent or closet homosexual, you might ask? I say, does it really matter how
society chooses to peg me because of the person I love? Or how a few people, perhaps
can never perceive someone that could love another human-being if their gender identity doesn't match their sexual organs. All that I know is that the woman I love very
much is still genetically a male, but a woman to me nevertheless.
Now that I've said all that let me now tell you about how my girlfriend and I met,
and perhaps I might even answer your questions about our relationship, and what I
love so much about her.
I have had an interest in the transgender community for quite a number of years, especially
after finding information about it on the WWW. I have browsed hundreds of girls'
pages, reading their bios and sensing their joy in at last exhibiting their beauty
for all to see.
About a week after finding my girlfriend's page, I decided to enter a rather innocent
statement into her guest-book, and just one day later I received a reply.
I couldn't believe it. This girl I had taken an interest in had actually written to
me. I was smitten from the start, and felt like a fish that had just taken the bait
but really didn't care since the lure was so darn attractive.
I answered her email and that began a correspondence that spanned only two months
before we began to make plans to meet one another. I should mention that during this
time she had trusted me enough to give me her phone number, and one day, working
up my courage, I called her. Over the next few weeks we talked daily, either through Internet
chat, via email, or over the phone.
My girlfriend lived in St. Louis, Missouri, while I lived 40 miles south of Atlanta,
Georgia. While this was not a major factor, it was a factor nevertheless. There were
factors that I knew she wasn't aware of as well. You see, my girlfriend is Caucasian,
while I am African-American. She is also about 10 years younger than I am. We finally
made plans for a meeting, and for us that meant we would meet somewhere in Tennessee.
We finally decided on Nashville. I also made arrangements for a chalet owned by a
GG friend of mine in Gatlinburg, for the two of us to use for 3 days after the initial
meeting in Nashville.
The day of our meeting finally arrived and early that morning I left work about 10:00
a.m. to drive the 270 miles to our predetermined meeting place. Having last minute
jitters I thought perhaps I should call her and call the whole thing off.
Nevertheless I left, finding an alternative route and losing very little time in making
it to Nashville. This was my first trip to Nashville and to say I was nervous would
be the understatement of the year. I got to our hotel about 4 hours earlier than
I told her I would. This gave me time to sweat like a nervous pig, take a shower, sweat
some more, and think of all the reasons that she would have not to make the trip.
Finally I got a phone call in my hotel room informing me that she was downstairs,
waiting for me to escort her back to our room.
The ride down that elevator seemed to take longer than the one I'd taken at Hoover
Dam in Las Vegas. I stepped off and headed for the lobby, wondering just how she
was going to react. Moments later I spotted her in person for the first time. She
was checking her makeup in the mirror (something that I was to find she does quite often, look
at herself in the mirror that is), and I headed to where she was standing, while
she was smiling at me as I walked towards her.
For the first time of countless times since, we kissed lightly. It was the most wonderful
kiss that I've ever received. Needless to say we turned the heads of a number of
people waiting in the hotel lobby.
I escorted her to our room, holding the door open for her as she walked so delicately
in front of me that even then I wondered whether she had been a boy at all.
Perhaps she had been reading my mind, because the first thing she asked me was, "Let
me give you an idea of what I really look like, may I take off my wig."
Pulling off her wig, fluffing out her mannish-style hairdo, and looking me square
in the eye as she did all this.
I just told her the truth by saying, "I think you're beautiful," taking her in my
arms and kissing her once again. I guess it was at that moment the ice was broken
beginning a love affair that has culminated in our plans to spend the rest of our
lives with each other.
I'm not going to dwell on the personal moments that we shared those few days together,
or the times since then. Suffice it to say that they were special, loving, and were
the beginnings of our current relationship. Through the coming months we spent more
and more time talking on the phone, travelling to one another's home town, until we
both made the decision that it would be so much cheaper if we just moved in together.
That was more than 9 months ago, and each day I'm so thankful that she's next to
me each night that I rarely forget to let her know just how special she is.
Yes my girlfriend is Transgendered and I wouldn't have it any other way. I've watched
her grow more beautiful each day, the hormones that she takes shaping her body into
a more feminine one. Her mind is as delicately feminine as ever, and her soul is
that of a true woman. We do almost everything together and whether others know that she
is transgendered or not is not important to either of us.
If you have any comments or would like to find out more about us you can email me
or reach my girlfriend.
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